Looking at the back of the young man leaving, Su Ge was a little cautious in his heart, turned his head and asked, "Do you know him?"

Myra shook her head, "I don't know. ”

Instead of delving into the subject, Suge asked, "Have you had any weird dreams lately, or have you felt any weird feelings of oppression?"

Myla shook her head: "There is no special reaction, as long as I am still in this clinic, I can live like this safely." ”

Suge looked around at the clinic, which looked very ordinary, and suddenly asked, "Do you know what it's like to be a god?"

Myra was stunned when she heard this, and shook her head silently.

"Omnipotent, omniscient. Everything in the world is no longer important. Su Ge said ambiguously.

Myra looked into Sug's dark and deep eyes, "The gods are too heavy for us, and that kind of existence itself should not intersect with humans. ”

But after the intersection occurs, the cause and effect in it cannot be shaken off. With that, Suge turned to leave.

Myra didn't say much, she didn't stop it, she seemed to instinctively avoid too much contact with Suge.

"Oh yes, have you ever heard of that?" said Suge suddenly.

In front of the dimly lit campfire, the young scholar sat with his tired body on his side. The old scholars who had already arrived put down their thoughts and talked and laughed with each other about their past bravery. Either with a sudden realization, or with a smile, the young scholar got up and left, continuing with his future. In a world of despair and darkness, he is looking for his own hope and light. ”

Mylar's brow furrowed, and she didn't speak, lost in thought.

Suge tilted his head slightly, looked at Myra and said, "This has nothing to do with life or death, it is only about your initial will and commitment." ”

Suddenly, Myra raised her head, and a pair of turquoise eyes looked at Suge with a special look.

"Remember the original intention. ”

After saying that, Suge had already closed the door and left the clinic.

Myra sat down slowly in her chair, holding the mop handle and squeezing it slowly.

After a moment of silence, she descended the stairs back to the study on the second floor.

In the dark compartment of the study, which was full of books, she took out a large, heavy book.

The book seems to be some kind of tome, huge and heavy.

The outer covers are made of special metal with jerky text tattooed on them.

Behind the text, a scene can be faintly seen.

The scene is a city full of Gothic-style buildings and tombs.

Above the city, there are three bright moons.

Slowly opening the book, bursts of indescribable power surged around as the title page was opened.

Surprisingly, however, there was no text on the pages of the huge book, and it was as empty as a new book.

Myra bit her finger and dripped her own blood.

As the blood was absorbed, the huge book squirmed as if it were alive, and then countless blood-red scenes and words appeared on the pages.

Normal people are completely incomprehensible to the sights and words, but Myra is fascinated by them.

"Moonlit man, what kind of story can you leave behind in this blood-stained book? Ancient power has been in the blood for countless years. Which of those characters are you?"

As she spoke, she flipped the first page and looked at the contents.

The page shows a tall figure dressed in a black robe, armed with a broken sword, and wearing a skeletal mask. He stood in a pool of bones and blood, surrounded by a deep mist.

You can see that he is covered in scars, and he can't even stand on his body. However, his body was still as straight as a javelin, looking up at the three moons in the sky, with a rebelliousness and unyielding that shocked the depths of people's souls.

"Is it a rebellious brave man with a big sword and blood spilling the earth in the blurred picture?"

With that, she turned another page.

On this page is a petite woman standing on top of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, her body with shattered scales. With a sword in one hand and a gun in the other. She's looking, too, but she's looking up at the stars.

"Or the king who tears the pages of the book and reaches the end of his ideals, falling into confusion and despair?"

Then she flipped another page.

The page is full of twists, and the whole world is blood-red, like hell on earth. A non-human, scepter-wielding being was prostrate on the ground, eyes larger than a human head contorted to the sky, as if looking at something.

"Or will you abandon your reason, embrace madness, and go out into the world for a twisted demon who thirsts for the truth?"

Seeing this, Myra silently closed the book, turned her head through the window, and could just see Suge with his hands in his trouser pockets, strolling leisurely into the distance.

"While those people are busy pursuing the so-called justice, the so-called roots, and proving the strength and existence of the self, a certain simple person is trying to maintain this long-tainted world, brick by brick, and comfort the souls who have lost themselves in sweet blood stains and twisted nightmares. ”

"Sug Sototh, would you be the one in the book?"

At noon, Suge returned home on a steam locomotive, and Betty had already prepared a hearty lunch.

"Is Nia gone?" Suge noticed that Nia was gone.

Betty nodded and said, "Well, the big man of the steam union came to pick her up in person, and I secretly went out to take a look, the scene was spectacular." ”

"I'll sleep after eating, there will be more things to do tonight. Suge said.

Shirmile did not object, reminding, "You have to be careful, my recent inspiration tells me that something bad is about to happen." ”

Su Ge was very surprised when he heard this.

Something that can touch Sheryl's inspiration, it must be a big thing.

"I'll take notice. Suge is still very confident in his methods.

At the same time, in the church of the western branch of the Church of the Holy Blood.

Bishop Saru sat behind his desk, and in front of him stood three people. The trio officially transferred from Bain City, Roland, Father Anthony, and Sister Marlene.

"I have received word that tonight, the people of the cold church will attack the home of a wealthy merchant and snatch his deformed son. You are responsible for protecting in the shadows while killing the blasphemers who blaspheme the Goddess. ”

After listening, the three of them nodded vigorously: "Understood!"

"Yes, go ahead!"

The three of them turned to leave, not paying attention to the coldness in Archbishop Dausaru's eyes.

Walking in the hallway of the church, Roland whispered, "I always feel that something big is going to happen recently, and we need to be careful tonight." ”

"Yes. Anthony nodded in agreement.

Sister Marlene kicked inwardly and said, "I hope I don't meet that terrifying existence that day." ”

A snap of her fingers that night left a deep shadow in her heart now.